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He slides a finger under it, shifting it over my shoulder so it falls down my arm, and he kisses the spot it was a moment before. “So this is all mine too?” I hum an agreement and his other hand teases the opposite strap from my other shoulder.
My stomach clenches as the bikini slips, the top half falling to my waist, and Seb’s sharp intake of breath makes my nipples peak. He flutters his eyes closed like he can’t take it all in at once. “I don’t deserve you.”
“You do.You do.”
He opens his eyes and strokes his finger from my shoulder down the slope of my breast, right to the tip of my nipple, which instantly hardens and peaks, and the trace of a smile pulls at his lips. “Is this mine?”
I sound breathless when I say, “All yours.”
“In that case, I want you to sit on my face.”
I glance around the pool area. It’s secluded, but not secured. “Here?”
“Right here,” he says, tapping the lounger.
“What if someone comes?”
“They won’t, but if they do, scream my name to let them know whose face you’re riding.”
A flush of heat attacks me. “You’re so bad.”
“Yup.” With an uncanny focus, he tugs the strings of my bikini on both my hips simultaneously. “And I’m hungry, and there is nothing I want to eat more than your pussy.” He tugs and I shift, allowing him to pull my bikini bottoms off in one go. My heart dips as the air hits my bare pussy, which pulses like it wants to call out to his tongue.Here. Now.
He nudges me out of the way so he can lie back on the lounger. “So, sit. Let me fuck you with my tongue. Please.”
His words have desire rolling through me, and, I can’t clamber onto him fast enough.
Straddling him, I hover over his face. “Won’t I be heavy? How will you breathe?”
“Don’t worry about me.” His darkened gaze fixes between my legs, before his eyes, filled with amusement, flick to meet mine. “If I die, you can run a story in the press.Erica Lefroy smothers boyfriend with her perfect pussy.That’ll sort your reputation for good, and I’ll be the envy of every man in the world.”
“But—”
He grabs my hips and yanks me down onto his mouth, his tongue sweeping inside me, releasing a desperate wave of need that has me rocking my hips against his chin.
“Oh,fuuuuuck,” I moan.
He feasts, and feasts, andfeasts, like he’s trying to win an Olympic gold with his mouth.First prize to this man right here. His tongue laps and teases and spears me until I can no longer hold back the orgasm that bursts like a firework, sending sparks shooting through my vision.
When I’m boneless and quivering in the aftermath, he shifts me so we can lie together, limbs entwined. He wipes his mouth with his hand, but we’re lying so close I can smell myself on him. He strums my cheek with his thumb and I kiss him, tasting us both.
“I like you like this,” I whisper.
“Like what?”
I kiss him once more. “Mine.”
42
ERICA
The island has filled up while Seb and I were otherwise occupied, and it’s almost shocking to see how many people have descended for the wedding. The place is teaming with well-dressed men and women in brightly coloured outfits, and there are a huge number of yachts anchored nearby. More luxury boats than I’ve ever seen in one place. And I’ve seen a fair few when I’ve been on photo shoots.
Seb and I had so much sex that I’m still aching when I sit down at the wedding ceremony, and when Kate walks down the aisle looking like an angel in the sinking light of the afternoon sun. I’m still aching when Nico tells everyone he loves her and will worship her for the rest of his life. Still aching when they kiss and everyone claps, and Elly and Marie, in their sleek bridesmaids’ dresses, yelp and squeal, and Seb looks dashing in his suit. It’s too hot for jackets, but the guys kept them on for the service. I don’t envy them.
I’m still aching when Seb catches my eye after the service and winks at me as he walks back down the aisle.Still aching.But it’s a good ache. It’s an ache that belongs to me and Seb, toour kisses and sweat-slicked skin and breathless orgasms that he wrung from me over and over again. I didn’t want to get out of bed, but we had to get up and showered and changed for the wedding service.
Now, I’m standing with a glass of sparkling mineral water at the reception drinks, talking to Elly, Aries and Marie, the latter of whom hasn’t mentioned Seb’s pierced dick, thank goodness. If she raises the topic, I’ll probably melt. It might not be pierced, but it’sperfect. I love it. I love him. I love every part of him. I don’t know why I haven’t told him yet; I’ve wanted to say it so many times, and yet I’m still holding back like I’m waiting for something. But what, I don’t know.
